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 IGHT, since thou must; strike quick and fierce, So when this tyrant for too long Hath shook the blood out of his ears He may have learned the price of wrong.

Let him learn this, that the due of grief Of his own vice he cannot ban By outrage of a highway thief; Let him remember the Corsican,

Whom England only durst not dread By sea or shore, but faced alone, Nor stayed for pity of her dead Until the despot's day was done.

Strike, England, quickly, make an end Of him who seeks a deal with thee. If he would bargain for thy friend, What would he trade for Liberty?

MAURICE HEWLETT